Hey, I just wanted to give a quick heads up my next few days are supper busy, so I just wanted to say that I can't post until Thurday night, at which point i will do all my post, but I feel obligated to make my PPV match the number one priority. Just wanted to give a quick heads up.

Sora was sitting backstage in the looker room. He had a wet towel over his head to cool down a bit. The Boy was sitting on the bank leaning against the wall. He had his eyes closed and was listening to his favorite music right now. Although it was his debut match tonight he was totally relaxed and cool.

After he was told that his match up was coming up next he took of the towel and throws it into a corner of the room. Sora would stand up slowly and walked throw the room. In front of the door to the looker room he would stop for one last moment and stretch his neck. Then he made his way to the ramp. When he reaches the ramp he didn´t stop he just walked out into the open.

Sora didn´t have any entrance music to this time. Without any music he walked out on the ramp. He stopped on the top of the ramp and looked around in the arena. This was the biggest arena he ever set foot in till now. After a short moment the boy started to walk down to the ring. He walked down simple and quietly.

When he stands in front of the ring he jumped a bit up and down for a last warm up. Then he jump as high up as he could, grab the ropes of the ring and jumped onto the apron. Then he would bow down and enter the ring under the tope rope. When he was inside the ring he walked around the ring a bit and smiled. After finishing the third round he went into his corner. There he would lean back and wait for his opponent to make his way down here. He wanted to see what his opponent looked like. Someone told him his name some time ago. But Sora didn´t really cared about that, he didn´t made any research or even memorized the name of his opponent.

What different does it makes if he knows the name of the man lying in the dirt in front of him or not?

Compared to Sora's bland and boring entrance, the sound of smooth and simple Spanish guitar flooding the arena was a welcome change. Jaguar's appearance on stage was met with raucous cheers and applause, very clearly welcomed by those in attendance. The man himself seemed pumped to be there, he had to take two weeks off to let his knee heal after that last match with the red-headed asshole. He walked confidently down to the ring as he looked the newcomer up and down.

The man was beefy, definitely had a weight advantage, and that was not something to take lightly. Lithely he would scale up one of the cornerposts and crouch there, very much a deliberate place for a photo op. After a few moments he jumped and landed cleanly on his feet, strolling up to the center of the ring. He stared down his slightly taller opponent with fierce determination, but still extended a hand as a sign of respect.

"Here's to a good match" he said gruffly in a show of good sportsmanship.

Sora watched attentively how his opponent was making his way down to the ring by the sound of the Spanish Guitar. Sore shacked his head when he heared and saw that. What waste of time. Making an unnecessary show for the fans, just to get some cheers from them. What does the love from your fans bring you in a match? Nothing! Pleasing the fans was just a waste of time and energy.

The first thing that Sora saw on his opponent was his mask. Most likely a user from the Lucha libre style. Hmm… Sora face a few of them mostly in south American countries. They were mostly pretty fast and used high risk move to deal some greater Damage. Sore needed to prevent that he could go on a top rope, to take away some of his best moves…His build was normal for a user of his style, not impressive but also not bad. SOra thought that he would overcame him in test of strength easily and if he would get him into a look up he might be able to get some important advantage over his opponent.

Sora saw that the Luchador entered the ring over his corner and went into the center of the ring. There he waited for Sora with his hand out for a handshake.

The brown haired boy would wave over an salaried to bring him a microphone. After he received the mic he walked over to the man with the mask on his face. Sora stopped directly in front of him. He took another closer look at him starting at his mask then going down to his feet and then back up again. Then he looked at the hand from the Luchador for a moment, before looking into the face of him with an evil smile on his face. “Sorry but I don´t shake hands with every wannabe fighter that crosses my way…”, said Sore into the mic. The fans imminently started to boo him for his command.

Sora looked into the face of his opponent… or better said into the mask. “You”, with his free Hand the brown haired one pointed on the Luchador, “Maybe you can help me with a question I have on my mind for a pretty long time?”

Sora took a short break before going on, he didn´t wait for an answer from his opponent. “What is it with you guys and your stupid looking masks? By the way what is that..” he moved his hand in circles before jaguars face “suppose to be? Too me it looks like a black kitty. Is it what you want to be? What it should represent? Do you want to a little kitty cat? This thing looks like total bullshit to me… I saw better looking face paintings on child birthdays… and those already look pretty ugly.” Sora would smile wide when he heard the angry reaction of the crowed, which started to scream at him.

Undisturbed he would continue: “but that wasn´t the question on my mind…. Would you please be so nice to me and explain to me why the fu** are you wearing these silly things anyway? Can you explain it to me Kitty cat? Normally when people wear mask they try to hide their faces from the world because they are ashamed… I think this is also the reason why you are wearing these things…. But why are you ashamed? Is it because you guys have the stupidest looking fighting style in the world and you don´t want that people know who is such an idiot and use it? Is it to hide your face from your parents because you don´t want mommy and dady cat to know that you are wrestling because they wouldn´t allow the little kitty to do it…

Or are you all just dame ugly?”

The crowed was getting louder and louder with booing the Japans wrestler and he kind of enjoyed it.“I personally think it is number 3… but why don´t we take a closer look at the things…” With these words Sora would take a step forwards and try to grab Jaguars mask and rip it of his face.

Jaguar frowned and tilted his head back as Sora started to drop some attitude, first of all refusing a handshake. The luchador retracted his hand and rested them on his hips to a chorus of boo's for the man's bad sportsmanship. He watched with an unimpressed expres​sion(though hard to tell with a mask) as Sora started to insult his mask and his heritage. You could practically see Jaguar's blood pressure rising, his body language and muscles tightening as the tension built up. He let the rookie continue on his tirade, blathering away in his stupidity and continuing to shit on Jaguar and luchadors in general. This kind of talk wasn't new, he'd even heard it back in Mexico when a rudo wanted to be especially rough, but where Jaguar drew the line was when Sora took a swipe at his mask.

Jaguar ducked of course, and it took everything he had to not take a cheap shot and KO that sonnuvabitch right here. Of course, that'd get him disqualified amongst other troubles, so it wasn't worth it. After a monologue like that, the staff had already come prepared and a separate mic was brought into the ring. Jaguar licked his lips as he glared down the Japanese asshole, carefully holding back his temper to get just the right words out.

"I wasn't aware you had a degree in sanitation, surely you must have a degree with the amount of shit dribbling out of your mouth. cabron" Jaguar began slowly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he adjusted the cord length. "You know, I could stand here, and I could explain to you la historia del lucha libre, but I dont think your steroidal brain could handle that many big words. Orgullo, honor, tradición, these words already mean nothing to you, so any explanation I give is wasted. What I can offer you, is a world-class ass-kicking, so bring it coño"

Without breaking his glare, Jaguar handed the mic to the ref and took a few steps back to crack his knuckles. No more words, no more grandstanding, it was time for fist and muscle and bone to meet head on. This rookie definitely had a mouth on him, and Jaguar was eager to stick his foot in it.

Sora watched how the masked opponent ducks out of his way and so he was unable to get the mask of his face. In the first moment the brown haired one was surprised about the reflexes of his opponent. But when he listened to the words of his opponent all he did was smile tiredly. He even looked around in the building and into the crowed when his opponent was speaking. Still he was giving him attention and was listening to his words closely. When the Luchador was finished and gave his mic away to the ref, Sora watched him getting back a few steps. Sora was quiet for some moments but didn´t give the mic back when the ref asked for it. “Sooooooo.... it is ugly!”, said Sora finally totally dry into his mic. The fans were starting to boo him again after they get a bit quiet when Jaguar was speaking.

SOra breathed in and out again. “ And Yes these words doesn´t mean anything to me… Maybe the mean something to you or to some of your masked, jumping clown friends. But let me ask you something… how much does these things really mean? What if you fight an opponent with honor? And he doesn´t do… and he wins… what do you have left… a thought… not even that you have a word… you said it that are word, you call them big words… but they are just simple word some idiot like you came up one day after losing and losing again and again… he said I am loosing… but I have honor… that’s a total bullsh**… what does these words bring you… what do you have from them? You lose matches throw this fantasy called honor… when you lose matches you get fired…. And you lost everything…. But at least you can come home to your family and say: Hey darling I am back home I lost my job and can´t earn any more money for our family so we can´t feet our child but I have honor!”

Sora looked around in the ring, he looked outside to the fans. “Maybe they love you for what you are doing… fighting fair with honor, with respect but in the and the one with the win get´s the most money!”

Sora walked up and down a few times in the ring before saying some last words: “You know what… I have a good day so I give you one last chance to leave this ring right now and go backstage before I break you! Take you honor your Orgullo and your tradición and take it backstage. There you can put it up your ass as high as you can cause this is where such stupid things belong!”

SOra then would drop the mic and let it fall down to the mat before walking back into his corner he looked over the ring to the luchador. He had already seen that his words hit a mark and made his opponent pretty angry. This match could really be interesting, but Sora thought it wouldn´t take too long to beat that sucker up till he wouldn´t be able to get back on his feet.

There he went again, that rookie kept running his mouth like he was a sewage plant. The second half of his tirade was stupider than the first, and now Jaguar was getting more annoyed that he wouldn't shut up rather than the content of his speech. Jaguar scratched his chin and huffed impatiently, he was gonna be real upset if this guy ended up being all talk and no action to back it up. The mic was offered to jaguar to make a rebuttal but he refused, no more talking, it was time to let fists decide.

Jaguar cracked his knuckles and did a few last minute squats to warm his legs up. Soon enough the bell would ring and the match would be underway. Jaguar was quick on his feet, pacing around out of Sora's reach as he tested the man's reflexes with false charges and feints, trying to get a good read on him. And when he felt like he'd toyed with the man enough, Jaguar would finally make his move. He'd dash in and jump up like he was going to a high kick, but nothing would happen. Gravity would yank him back down to the ring and instead he'd kick low, trying to sweep Sora off of his feet.

Sora was leaning in his corner unlike his opponent he wasn´t warming up at the moment or stretching himself a bit more. He leaned his head back a bit and was listening to the crowed which was to 100% on the side of the masked fighter after all the trash that came out of the mouth of Sora. But Sora didn´t give a crap about the fans, all he was here for was hurting the man across the ring. He this would be all he would do, he would beat him up and pin him, then he would go backstage. He wasn´t here to make a show for the fans or something. Maybe he would tear of Jaguars mask after the match just to tease him a bit or humiliate him. In some Matches he had it always humiliate the Luchadros pretty much. That was always fun and would also be in this match.

After some time the ring bell finally ring and opened the match. Sora was pushing himself out of the corner and walk slowly into the center of the ring. He didn´t went into any fighting position. He just walked directly towards the luchador and smiled at him with a evil look on his face.

“Don´t say I didn´t give you the chance to walk out of this when it wasn´t to late!”, said Sora when he stood face to face with his opponent. The Luchador was dancing in front of him, trying to play with him bur Sora was unimpressed he didn´t move one inc when his opponent tried to trigger him.

Jaguar would go for the first attack he would try to send a high kick at Sora. Sora would rip his arms up trying to catch the kick in the air, but Jaguar was just faking the attack. So Soar´s hands were unable to catch his opponents leg. Jaguar let himself drop down and sent a low kick against the brown haired one´s leg. Sora screamed out for a moment and fall backwards on his back. Maybe he had underestimated his opponent a bit.

WHAM! Jaguar's leg swung into Sora's leg and stole his balance from him, upending the big man with a scream of surprise. By the time Sora's back hit the mat, the luchador was already on his feet and eagerly waiting to pounce for the follow-up. He raised his right foot into the air and stomped down on the man's gut several times in succession before backing away. It almost looked like he was dancing as he put some distance between them, and waved his arms up into the air to get the crowd going.

Taking the first hit of the match away from Sora had Jaguar feeling good, but he was too experienced to let it get to his head now. Oh no, he had to keep a clear head so he could knock that stupid smug look off the man's face and teach him a thing or two about lucha. "If you're just gonna lay there after one sweep, you really should reconsider your career choices" he mocked him as he rolled his neck out.

Judging by the way Sora talked so much trash, Jaguar figured he was just as easily upset himself. He just needed to keep whittling away at him with tiny, cheap shots to get the man angry, and then he could really wail into him till there wasn't anything left of his consciousness. "Yoohoo, there's a match going on, if you lay there any longer the ref is gonna start counting you out"

Sora was down on the floor for a moment. He put on of his hands against the mat to get back up again. The kick that send him down didn´t make any impact at all it just hit im unprepared and so he was send down. When Sora was about to make his way back onto his feet he suddenly felt how Jaguar sent a hard stamp into his stomach and sent him back down. Sora flexed his muscles in his body so the stomps wouldn’t make to much damage. But still this were stumps on a man on the ground, there were pretty painful. But Sora hold back all his screams.

Jaguar startedto talk to Sora to bring him into a rage but the words just went throw Sora. When the luchador was making a few steps back to let Sora back up. He made a big mistake. Imminently Sora jumped back to his feet and then he jumped forward towards his mask opponent. As fast as he could he reached out with his hands and tried to put them around Jaguar´s neck to pull his upper body forward as good as possible Sora would try to bring his hand´s behind his opponents neck together.

When He successfully pulled Jaguars upper body forward he started to pull his right leg up. Hitting his knee into the ribcage of Jaguar as fast as powerful and as often as he could. He would throw as many kick into his ribs as he could to deal as much pain and damage as he could.

Sora would smile at him. After a few kicks Sora would then try to throw his opponent back first into the next corner of the ring with all the force he could bring up. But Sora wasn´t finished yet. He would go directly after the Luchador and press his left forearm against his neck to press him in the corner. With his free Arm Sora would start to throw some fast low range, but still powerful hocks into the rips of the Masked fighter. Sora would only stop when the ref grab his shoulder and pull him way telling him that if he would go in he would be dq.

Sora walked back into the center of the ring with a smile watching his opponent in the corner. He smiled at him.

Sora rebounded quickly as expected after such a ego-bruising but light shot. Sure enough, he could see the rage in the man's eyes as he flew to his feet and raced towards Jaguar with arms outstretched. He continued his backsteps into full-on backpedaling as he aimed to get out of the man's hitbox. However, the ropes cut off a full escape and coralled him towards a corner, which seemed to fit Sora's intentions just as well. A swift knee cut into Jaguar's ribs and cut his inhale sharply short.

As he cringed and stifled back a groan of pain, he could see the muscles in Sora's legs already tensing to strike again. Jaguar's hands came up and he managed to soften the blows by intercepting them early. This minimized the brutal amount of damage they could have done, but also busied and drew his attention downwards. It left him open for Sora's arm to ram across his chest and neck and fully press him into the corner.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Sora's fists came in hard and fast into Jaguar's ribs, each one feeling like he was being stoned by a hail of bricks. But was that enough to immobilize him? Hell no! Fighting through the pain, Jaguar threw a left hook of his own and managed to connect with Sora's chin just as the ref started to pull him away.

As Sora broke away Jaguar sank to one knee, one arm crossed across his bruised abdomen while the other held onto the ropes. "Heh...heh..." Jaguar chuckled between some short coughs of pain as Sora backed away. Good, the man wasn't all talk after all, that made Jaguar's impending triumph that much greater. After a few short moments Jaguar willed himself to his feet amidst cheers of approval from the crowd.

Jaguar shook his head as he grinned cross the ring at Sora like his little assault was no big deal. He started up on his light footwork as he edged closer towards the center of the ring, and challenged Sora to come at him. "Let's go, toro gordo, show these people what else you can fail at!"